haha!
I thought I'd write it out here, whilst I'm still feeling good. Thanks for the letter of encouragement, PhDMummy, I am looking at the writing options. Short stories, I thought, perhaps. I wrote the first four pages of my story, sent it to my editor, and lo and behold, she couldn't stand it! Bless her heart, she had never read anything so horrific or damaging in her life, and didn't read the accompanying email to explain what it was, so was shocked and stunned. I had to have a rethink, because, honestly? if I were to write my life out for people to see, I don't think they'd believe it all happened to just one person. That's not a competition type thing, it's just the way it was.
The person I had to jettison from my life has told people she thinks I've imagined it all - that some 'Uncle Bully' type figure has put his hands down my pants once, maybe, and I've embroidered it from there. And that I'm sunk in bitterness and self-pity. I want to stab the cunt! And yes, I use that word consciously. She's a cunt, and she's not useful at all, because cunts aren't useful when they come as big as this particular one.
Amazing
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